Thank you for reading this, I know it has been done a thousand times but I have to get it out of system. Yes, I have seen the light and movedfrom Charmed (nothing wrong with it) to HP (zee best ever). Oh, and if anyone wants to be my beta for either this story or the one I'm starting about Lily and James, drop me a line!


Harry descended the steps of the Headmaster's office and slowly made his way back to the Great Hall. He could hear Ron behind him muttering obscenities over his decision to get rid of the Elder Wand. Hermione silenced him, and Harry felt them draw closer to him, one on either side. They reached the doors of Hall, and as he put his hand forward, he heard Ron call his name.

"Err, mate?" he began unsteadily, silently urged on by Hermione's expression of encouragement. "We just want to say that, yeah, thanks, for, you know. Well, letting us help you save the world. Well actually . . ." Exasperated, Hermione cut in.

"Harry, we want you to know that we are honoured to be your friends, that we are so proud of you. You saved so many lives," she said gently.

"But clearly not enough. Fred, Tonks, Lupin . . ." Harry trailed off desperately, consumed with grief and guilt. His two best friends put their arms around him, and in that moment, he knew they didn't blame him, that they were always going to be there for him. Drawing away, Harry smiled a grateful smile, and once again thought how blessed he was to friends like these. Standing side-by-side, they pushed open the doors to the Hall and walked in. The talking stopped, and for a split second Harry thought that everyone had turned against him. Then thunderous applause erupted, every single being clapping as hard as they could, including the house-elves, the centaurs, the Malfoys, Ron and Hermione. That is, all except one girl.

Rising from her seat, from her mother's embrace, Ginevra Weasley stood opposite Harry, at the other end of the Hall. The cheers died down as the crowds parted, eagerly watching the two, wanting to whether they were going to reconcile or whether Ginny was going to beat the shit out of Harry. Everyone saw the suffering that Ginny went through that year – she could always be found next to the radio listening to Potter Watch and was often found sobbing in the toilets after some bad news about Harry.

The young wizard shuffled his feet and scratched the back of his neck. He was worried as to whether the love of his life was going to give him a hard time about the lack of contact in the past year, the life threatening situations Harry found himself into and not letting her fight earlier on that day. With the same hard blazing look she had adopted last year in the Griffindor common room, Ginny ran towards Harry, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. It seemed to all that she would never let go. When at last she did, and Harry set her down, for he had lifted her up in the energetic response to her kiss, Ginny managed to speak through the floods of tears that were cascading down her cheeks.

"I-I'm so p-p-proud of y-you," the teenage witch choked out. She laid her head against Harry's broad chest. He bent his head slightly and inhaled her flowery scent, burying his face in her arms. Whispering, he told that they would make it together, that Fred, Tonks and Lupin would be proud of them. Hand in hand, they turned to face everyone else, and were submerged in the crowds of people, of friends, of family, offering their congratulations.


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